Hello! The Phantom Penance has returned!

It's been a long time coming, and I had to restart several times, but I'm back and I'm ready to give you the first chapter of Trunks: Son of Odin, Defender of Midgard!

Sadly though, this is going to be the last chapter for the month of August as I will be taking a short hiatus to revalue my position in my religion of Christianity.

You all understand, of course.

Anyway, let's begin!

DISCLAIMER: I OWN NEITHER MARVEL OR DRAGONBALL, DRAGONBALL Z, OR EVEN DRAGONBALL GT!


Chapter 1: No Prologue! Just fight!

Thor gave a valiant yell of a warrior as he slashed his sword at his younger brother, but Trunks easily blocked it while appearing to be totally unfazed by the yell.

"C'mon, little brother! Make it a challenge for me!" Thor boasted.

"I have. You're sweating." Trunks silently pointed out, annoying the blonde.

Sparks flew as Thor's plain gray sword grinded across the sharp edge of Trunks' purple blade, a gift from their father, Lord Odin. The fight had progressed for more than an hour, impressive for ten-year olds, but they were no ordinary ten-year olds. They were the sons of Odin, and godly blood flowed through their veins, giving them strength, stamina, and a helpful thing called immortality.

It was going to be a close fight. Where Thor had leaps and bounds of strength, Trunks made up with the skill of a sword prodigy, meaning he knew how to turn his opponent's own monstrous strength against him.

Thor made a careless mistake when he lunged at Trunks, ready to impale him with his blade. The purple haired boy sidestepped and grabbed Thor by the shoulder and his leg, then proceeded to swing him around in circles using strength and leverage before throwing the eldest son of Odin aside.

Thor rubbed his head as he sat up, only to see his younger brother staring down at him, smirking at his humiliation.

"You think this to be amusing?" Thor demanded.

"Well, you are the self-proclaimed swords master of our age, and I couldn't have beaten you without your help." Trunks replied.

"Pride comes before the fall, brother." Called out Loki, the youngest of the trio and their only onlooker.

"And I daresay, I've seen a fall look so…..demeaning."

Trunks stared at his brown haired brother's smug look.

'I know what you're doing,' Trunks thought to himself. 'You know Thor to be impatient and hotheaded. If you provoke him like this, he'll-'

"FOR ASGARD!" Thor yelled nearly yelled as he rushed Trunks with the intent of slicing the purple haired boy in half.

To Trunks, the next few moments were in a slow motion. He moved slightly to the left and twisted his body while holding his sword high in the air, watching Thor whiz right past him entirely. It was at that moment that Trunks seized his opportunity and struck the blonde boy in the back of the head with his sword hilt. Thor lost balance to the pain and fell back on the floor.

Thor's sword clattered to the ground as its owner lost his grip of it, a lack of sword meant instant death in a battlefield, meaning Trunks and trumped his older brother. Again.

"Listen to reason, Thor. I truly don't believe that swords are a good primary weapon for you." Trunks tried to explain over the sound of Loki's obnoxious laughter.

It seemed that embarrassing the elder son was the younger's main reason of life to the middle born sometimes, and it was a game that he had no interest of playing.

Ever since Thor had watched the Einherjar, the best warriors of Asgard, merely train for battle, it was then that he had an obsession to learn how to use a sword. Trunks believed that Thor was entranced with the skill of learning how to use a sword, that it required close combat and knowledge to seize victory over the enemy.

Thor's personal glory was the boy's compass and he felt that a sword was the pin to that compass. Though their father, Lord Odin, fancies the spear and Thor held nothing but love and respect for his father, Thor wanted to be better than his father and his father before him.

However, there comes a time when hard earned skills meets flawless talent, and that's where Trunks comes in. Trunks' sword was unique, ignoring the fact that Odin made it impervious to any attack, whether it be physical or magical, but there was never another forged like it. Odin gave it to his son the day he explained to the boy about his real parents, with no knowledge about its origins whatsoever.

When the All-Knowing All-Father doesn't know, that means there is something special about that sword.

Regardless, Trunks felt an immediate obligation to honor his dead parents and learn the ways of the sword so that he could fully honor them in the future battles yet to come.

Around his sixth year of living, he discovered that he was really good with a sword.

Everything about the sword, Trunks' mind absorbed with no hesitation and devoid of flaws. Ander, captain of the Einherjar, was especially astounded about how much of a born-warrior Trunks was, though Thor was not to know for obvious reasons.

Thor was dense sometimes and kept out of a lot of things, some things he may never realize till he was far older, but he's not that dense to be oblivious to pure talent. That was how he met Sif.

He knew that Trunks could help him become a swordsmen worthy to be the King of Asgard, worthy to lead the Einherjar themselves! And he knew that Trunks would help.

Trunks was always the helpful one of the Odinsons.

But that didn't mean that he would accept everything the purple-haired boy would say. Like him telling Thor that was not a good swordsmen.

Thor growled as he got back on his feet and clutched his sword. "Again."

"Thor, this-"

"Loki distracted me. It won't happen again." He replied.

"What!?" Loki yelped.

"I truly believe that maybe you should something else." Trunks spoke in his usual apologetic voice, he had a bad habit of talking in a way that made others believe that it was always his fault, never theirs. It doesn't help the people he speaks with realize their own faults.

"N-no….." Thor grunted as he lifted himself up and grabbed his sword again. "I am Thor, son of Odin, and future ruler of Asgard! I shall best this sword for my people!"

"The path of steel is not about domination," an older, firm voice boomed from behind the children. "But of submission to its will."

The three children excitedly scurried to their father, King Odin of Asgard. Odin still wore his golden armor over his normal robes, that meant that he had only just left a meeting with his advisors.

"Did you have need of me, Father?" Thor asked excitedly,

Loki huffed at the blonde haired boy, "Father doesn't always need you. I'm here too."

"I am here to discuss things with Trunks for now," Odin boomed. "Privately," he then added, staring at both the upset Thor and the curious Loki.

"Walk with me, son." Odin declared, he turned his back and began walking, leaving Trunks to shrug in his brothers' direction.


Outside the royal palace, Ander, Captain of the Einherjar, was also having a very important conversation with three particular people.

"Pray tell thee, why should you three join the Einherjar?" He asked skeptically, darting his keen eyes back and forth from the big one to the dark haired man.

"W-What!? Are you suggesting that you have not heard of us!?" The blonde haired man exclaimed indignantly, holding a hand to his chest in offense.

The fat man chuckled loudly, "My friend here is correct, we are famed to be one of the finest warriors that Asgard has ever seen! Surely, you have heard of our tales at the very least?"

"I have heard of them." Ander replied with a nod, "tell me, what have you done with the head of the troll who pillaged whole towns in Vanaheim?"

The fat one and the blonde one both widened their eyes in surprise and started to stammer. The silent one sank his head deeper into his fur hood and grumbled something under his breath, for what reason, Ander suspected.

"Ah yes! We buried it, the poor thing was creating a foul odor in our home- yes, we had to bury it."

Ander nodded, "Very well, then perhaps you can lead me to the group of Storm Giants you single-handedly slain in Nidavellir. They rot much slower than any creature."

Once again, Ander was treated to the stammering and stuttering while the dark haired one sank lower and lower into the shadow of his headwear.

Ander groaned.


"As you well know, you are not my blood son." Odin stated to his son.

Trunks nodded. He was told long ago when he was very young, his mother (adoptive mother Frigga, that is) thought it best to tell him while he was but a child and would understand better, also it would explain the constant question of why Trunks' hair was a light purple color while Thor's was blonde and Loki's was pure black.

"But, I have not told you about your mother and father, and as you come of age to start your training as a warrior of Asgard, I deem it fitting that you would learn who brought you into this world." The All-Father declared.

Excitement danced within the heart of Trunks, though he dared not show it. In fact, he did not want to do anything that would stop his Father from telling his tale.

"Many years ago, the forces of the Light Elves of Alfheim sought to defend themselves from their evil cousins, the Dark Elves of Svartalheim and their insidious ruler, Malekith the Accursed. With his weapon, the Casket of Ancient Winters, Malekith sought to destroy the Elves then set his eyes upon Asgard, but I had attacked first."

"I led the armies of Asgard in an attack on Malekith's weakest side: behind him. Suffering losses on both sides, Malekith was forced to order his men in retreat and Alfheim was preserved."

Trunks nodded with confusion plainly stretched across his face. "I…..see, but Father, what has this to do with my mother and father? With me?"

Odin drew a steady breath, it was a sign that he was willingly drawing forth a terrible memory.

"Malekith, not wanting to suffer complete humiliation, sought to destroy every village he came across on his retreat with the Casket. I-I was far too slow, not many creatures in the Nine Realms can match the speed of an Elf, Light or Dark."

A dull feeling, not sorrow, but close enough, had entered the boy. He sunk his head low, "I see now." He muttered.

"It took many days to catch Malekith and take the Casket away from him and lock it away forever. However, before that day, our forces came across a town frozen in ice, Malekith's work for certain. We were going to move on when one of my men heard something that I did not."

"It was there that we found a woman with her back against her villagers, using her body to shield the Casket's mighty power from something she deemed too precious to lose to the cold. It was from this corpse, we found you wailing for warmth."

"In honor of your mother's selfless sacrifice and in respect of your desire to live, I found you and named you a son of Odin, a god till the end of time." Odin concluded with a deep sigh, somehow, that sigh barreled into Trunks how old his father really was.

"Um…this is a great….tale, but why tell me this now?" Trunks hesitantly questioned.

Odin placed his hand on the boy's shoulder as he knelt down to his level. "Because there is something unique about you. You are far stronger than you may ever admit, much stronger than your brothers."

Trunks flushed as he looked downward in embarrassment. In truth, he had been hiding a great portion of his power from Loki and Thor, but it was for a good reason! Thor wanted to be the best in a way to prove Asgard that he would be a great king, greater than Odin, but if Trunks came forward with his full strength, it would crush his dear brother.

"What Malekith has intended for evil, your mother transformed into good and has made you stronger. In all of Asgard, no mortal or god possesses that kind of power, except you. I ask you, not as your king, but as your father, will you use that power to protect Asgard, your home?"

The boy stared straight into the eyes of his father from which he saw a clear reflection of the doubt that covered the boy's face.

'Now you've shown them just how much of a weakling you are!'

Trunks nearly fell to his feet.

He had never heard that voice before, but it sounded….familiar. If that was the voice of his true father echoing from the depths of Helheim, then Trunks prayed that he never hears it again.

"Y-Yeah…" he nods with a shaky voice, then looked up at his father with eyes shining with determination.

"I'll protect everyone!"


The moment Odin decreed an increase of Trunks' training, the boy automatically started questioning if his choice to become a full-fledge warrior of Asgard was a little too , he had a warrior's heart thru and thru, but he was also a prince of Asgard, therefore he had to be held accountable under higher standards.

Much higher standards.

And what was that talk about him possessing power? Trunks' was as plain as any. He maybe a godling, but he was not the son of Odin by birth and didn't possess any special qualities or a natural talent for magic. So he can beat Thor, that's not saying much. He's emotional, impatient, and not very good with a sword outside of swinging it back and forth. A bartender-

'Wait, since when was insulting Thor a means of comforting myself?' The boy thought.

That thought shook himself out of his compromising thoughts.

Trunks sighed in frustration, walking with the common people of Asgard was supposed to be calming for him, but it seemed to not work very well. It usually gave him a sense that he lost his individuality, that he didn't have any responsibilities or restrictions of acting a certain way, he could just be himself. Now, he felt like he didn't have a clue who or what he was.

He was a son of Odin by adoption, but what about before that? Was he part of the Light Elves, or just a villager? According to Odin, he alone survived an ancient magical attack that froze everyone in the village he was born in, even his blood mother, except for him. What did that make him exactly?

Trunks had his head down in deep thought, a habit that Loki had well warned him about. For when he had his head downward to the ground, he lost focus on everything that could and was happening right-

"Ow!" "Hey!"

Two voices exclaimed as Trunks' head ran straight into the hard spine of a book, forcing the book to strike its owner straight into the face. Both figures staggered back and rubbed their respective sore spots quite fondly.

Trunks growled. Sometimes, he had a bad temper just as bad as Thor's

"I beg your pardon, but watch-!?"

Once he got a good look at his offender, Trunks realized that he nearly yelled at a goddess.

Actually, it was a girl around his age. She wore a long, green garment that went to her knees where brown pants took up the slack, the garment also showed off her shoulders and arms, allowing Trunks and any passerby to see her long and flawless tan skin.

Her hair was blonde and smooth like a river, it simply flowed down to her lower back.

But that was all nothing compared to her face.

Flawless. Perfect formed. Perfection. Humananananananana…

"Forgive me," she spoke in a melodious tone, "I wasn't paying attention to what was in front of me."

"Tis a funny thing, neither was I." Trunks admitted with a chuckle.

"So what your name? We have already ran into each other, no use not learning one another's name."

"That does not sound very fair, all of Asgard already knows the name of Trunks Odinson." The girl replied with a look of mischief upon her face.

Trunks rubbed the back of his head as he chuckled. "Am I that noticeable?"

She smirked at him. "As for me, I am Amora, and it is an honor meeting a royal prince, though, the whole part of getting struck on the head was a little uncalled for."

Trunks grinned in embarrassment once again, then he stared at the book. "So what is the name of the book that distracted you into striking me in the head?"

"Tis an Beginner's Guide to Incantations," Amora proudly replied.

Trunks stared at her in disbelief. "You are a sorceress?"

That was when her proudly smirk turned morose, she stared downward in sorrow and anger. "It was my dream to be one, I swore I would become the greatest enchantress in all of Asgard to my mother before Hela claimed her soul, but I can't. Others say that I do not possess the strength to learn more advanced magic than what is in this book, so I have read it every day for a year to prove them wrong, but they listen not to me."

"That does not sound fair at all." Trunks replied angrily.

"Oh please, do not get involved in my problems. As a Prince, I can only expect that you have affairs of your own that weigh you down, I wish not to add mine to your burdens." Amora sighed.

"No, I insist that you be given a fair chance." Trunks pushed.

He quickly grabbed Amora's wrist, causing her to flush in embarrassment. "We will speak to my father about this. I shall make certain that you be given a chance to honor your mother's dying wish."

'After all, it is the same goal that I crave.' The boy privately thought to himself.

However, no matter how much training a warrior can receive, he will still be unprepared for the more sly tactics of claiming victory. For example, had the boy turn back to face the new friend he had made, he would have stand a fair chance to catch the devious smirk that briefly flashed on her face.

'All too easy. With a son of Odin interceding on my behalf, Odin will have no choice but to grant me a private tutor and unlimited access to the vast magical knowledge of Asgard. After all, I did swear a promise to my mother, and no one shall stop me from becoming an Enchantress beyond compare!'


Chapter Completed!

It has been a looonnnng time, hasn't it!

Well, school started up, and I got into a procrastinating spirit, I had to literally whip myself back to work again! Anyway, here's the very first chapter of Trunks' new story!

Got some good character development, right? Especially with Amora the Enchantress. Later on in the Marvel Comics, she constantly tells Thor that all she's ever done was lie to him and try to kill him, so that got me thinking: in their first encounter, did she use him to get to more books?

Because I didn't believe that a commoner would just become a sorcerer that rivaled the god of mischief himself, so she either wasn't, or she told some big fibs!

Anyway, it's gonna take some time before Trunks gets to Earth and discovers his REAL heritage, but it's gonna be a cool experience!

MAY THE FLAMES OF YOUTH BE WITH YOU, ALWAYS.

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